PJL's Write Life

There was a time when I'd think about not being able to write because I got hit by a bus or was somehow incapacitated. Panic would grab me. I'd feel a burning fire to get writing because life is unpredictable and I may not be able to get all the stories I had inside me out. In a way, it was FOMO. Lately, that FOMO doesn't feel the same. There isn't a panic in me anymore that I won't have time to get all my stories out. Instead, the panic is about not being able to experience life. The stories will remain in my head. They aren't going anywhere. But my chance to take hubby to the Grand Canyon? I gotta get on that before it's too late. This shift is another thing my Endometriosis and surgery caused. Being free of that pain means I'm more able to, well, flat-out live. I don't have to schedule things around when the pain flares will hit. I'm not so exhausted that if I do go out and do something that I have to spend a few days recovering from it. If I&

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I started writing on a whim back in 2010 or 2011. The exact date escapes me as I'm rubbish at making mental notes of things like that. I knew next to nothing about writing, but that is classic me. Dive in and learn as I go. But I'm also the type that will need things spelled out. I might take things too literally sometimes. I recall as a child being very confused by the do not pass signs on the road. We always passed them. But they say do not pass! Another confusing moments was in Return of the Jedi . I never understood why Palpatine was afraid of the Death Star being operational. That's what he wanted, wasn't it? So, as I learned to write, there were things I really struggled with. It took me longer than it should have to figure out keywords could mean more than one word for example. When I'd see people suggest squeezing in writing wherever you could manage, I had a hard time wrapping my head around the advice. I need time to sit down and get into the groove to wri

I don't know if it's just my family, but big things always seem to happen right at the start of the year. My brother died in January. My dad had his heart attack in February during a snow storm. I had my surgery in February. My father-in-law died in March. And now... Hubby and I have bought a house! We closed February 28th and there was a winter storm that day with bad winds. Not quite sure if it was before or after close, but we discovered this happened. Luckily, it didn't hit the house and was close enough to the road to be the city's problem. We were also without a fridge up until yesterday thanks to the previous one dying about two weeks ago. I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off to get everything set up and get moved. We still have some furniture to get and a dining room table, but I want to say we are about 80% there. Despite this big upheaval in my life, I am happy to report I have still written something. Not a lot, but I've opened

I've been hanging a lot on Substack's Notes. There's a vibrant fiction community there and people share writing prompts and micro fiction. A recent friend I made, Miguel , has been posting daily prompts with 50 word stories. Lots of people join in, myself included. The other week, Miguel posted a story. Something about the lines where the character lost just punched me in the feels. I couldn't stop thinking about it. A week later, it was still on my mind, and I restacked it and said the story was living rent-free in my head. I wanted this fictional character to have a happy ending. Miguel, after some prompting with an awkward stare gif, delivered a new ending for the character. I lost my shit. That new ended hit me in the feels harder. Don't get me wrong, I was happy for the ending, but I was also bawling like a baby at it. And I was asking, Why? Why did this story affect me so much? Lately, I've been grappling with the feel of being a failure. Made more poignan

Decided to  keep all IWSG posts here instead of Substack. You know me, I'm wishy-washy and change my mind like I change my socks. *** February 7 question: What turns you off when visiting an author's website/blog? Lack of information? A drone of negativity? Little mention of author's books? Constant mention of books? Too much clutter and bad design. Please make things easy to navigate and read, and for the love of all that is holy, do not use white text on a black background. That burns my eyes. (I'm not kidding. I can't read it because it causes discomfort.) *** I'm back to the anniversary of my surgery . This is probably going to be something I write about on the date of because of how much it affected my life. While the physical pain is gone, there is still a bit of mental anguish lingering. One of those is FOMO. Fear of missing out. Now that I'm pain free, it's hard for me not to feel a pressure to catch up. To not miss out on getting stuff done beca

It's IWSG day and I'm kinda sorta not doing it. Over on Substack , it's my one year anniversary, so I wrote something about that over there. I didn't want to let the day go by unnoticed though. Or feel like I'm starting 2024 off on the wrong foot. After the way 2023 went, I have serious reserves about 2024 and have repeatedly said I don't trust it already. Yet, I do not want to start the year on negative energy. But I'm not feeling comfortable to flat out say 2024 will rock either. Rock, meet Hard Place. I think my best course of action is to refuse to predict what 2024 will hold. Instead, I'll take it day by day. I have goals and plans, but I'll roll with any punches thrown my way so I can bounce up easier and get back to what I want to achieve. Totally doable, right? Today's post was part of the Insecure Writer's Support Group . Kinda. Created by the ninja captain, Alex J. Cavanaugh, it's a group for writers struggling with writing ins